In the olden days butchers weren't really given the name "Butcher". Thats something that resided in people's minds as the perfect name after what had come to pass.
Prior to being called butchers, all edible meat dissectors maintained a common reference as "Pork Chop".
Through time, women entered the political coast and greater attention was given to what was deemed as socially acceptable and unacceptable.
On a fine Tuesday morning when fresh goats, lamb and swine came in to Habibullah St. women swarmed the market looking for a part of the best cuts. One woman, named Imamma Heyn Packa walked around the market place looking for one particular meat dicing storage but didn't find it. In the end she sent a notice to her close friend, Ms. Veystal Virginia who worked as president of the Mescaline party in parliament. The notice was brought up in council meetings and party summits and was finally heard and heeded 3 months after it made circulation rampant throughout the parliament.
An ordinance was passed thereafter where every meat trader was to trade under a term other than that of 'Pork Chop'. Apparently the name ''Pork Chop' tended to evoke thoughts of heinous acts of slaughter upon domestic fowl. The ordinance didn't go down too well with the masses but they agreed to it upon the condition that they get to come up with their own conjured reference. This permission was duly granted and the meat cutters called themselves 'Pork Shop'.
The con worked for a little while, until another woman by the name of Rosemary Time sent a notice regarding the gimmick and how the new name provided no sense of relief as against the one prior to it.
Once again the ordinance released anywhere between 3 and 4 months later and this time the panel consisted of strong women politico that finally considered placing the nomenclature to bare minimal and shifting the focus from animal cruelty to the inhumanity of man ergo naming the butcher - The Butcher.
And they say women are still to be liberated. First they take my cold cuts, now they call the poor guy a butcher.
Prior to being called butchers, all edible meat dissectors maintained a common reference as "Pork Chop".
Through time, women entered the political coast and greater attention was given to what was deemed as socially acceptable and unacceptable.
On a fine Tuesday morning when fresh goats, lamb and swine came in to Habibullah St. women swarmed the market looking for a part of the best cuts. One woman, named Imamma Heyn Packa walked around the market place looking for one particular meat dicing storage but didn't find it. In the end she sent a notice to her close friend, Ms. Veystal Virginia who worked as president of the Mescaline party in parliament. The notice was brought up in council meetings and party summits and was finally heard and heeded 3 months after it made circulation rampant throughout the parliament.
An ordinance was passed thereafter where every meat trader was to trade under a term other than that of 'Pork Chop'. Apparently the name ''Pork Chop' tended to evoke thoughts of heinous acts of slaughter upon domestic fowl. The ordinance didn't go down too well with the masses but they agreed to it upon the condition that they get to come up with their own conjured reference. This permission was duly granted and the meat cutters called themselves 'Pork Shop'.
The con worked for a little while, until another woman by the name of Rosemary Time sent a notice regarding the gimmick and how the new name provided no sense of relief as against the one prior to it.
Once again the ordinance released anywhere between 3 and 4 months later and this time the panel consisted of strong women politico that finally considered placing the nomenclature to bare minimal and shifting the focus from animal cruelty to the inhumanity of man ergo naming the butcher - The Butcher.
And they say women are still to be liberated. First they take my cold cuts, now they call the poor guy a butcher.
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AAAAAARGGHHHH!!!!
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